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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years ago

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You Spin Me Right Round Part Two

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Rating: M

Notes: Set after the series because Eddie is fine he graduated no worries. Not beta-read. I hope y’all are having a lovely weekend! 🖤

Also Ice Cream Cones cereal is a real cereal from the 80s. You can watch the commercial here!

Warnings: Cursing, mentions (but not use or abuse) of w e e d, fluff, some angst, negative feelings toward Reader’s father; Reader’s father is an absent figure.

Summary: “Don’t mind me,” Munson offers.

“That’s hard to do when you draw attention to yourself,” You point out. He gives a grimacing grin before he raises his hand to his lips, miming zipping them shut. Your eyes trail him through the shop, watching as he skims his fingers over a rack of classic rock cassettes before he disappears around a corner.

Circus Fun…Donutz Cereal…Kellog’s C3PO’s? Who the hell eats Star Wars cereal?...Then again, you can’t help but wonder…No. No. Frankenberry…Rocky Road…Ah, there it is. You reach in and take up the box you’ve been looking for: Honey Nut Cheerios.

“Not gonna spring for the Ice Cream Cones?”

You turn to the question-asker, and find a familiar guy smiling at you. It doesn’t take more than a second to recognize him—the shaggy hair, the jean jacket…But frankly, his smile is more telling than anything else. He’s got a sweet look to him, despite a somewhat intimidating get up.

“Uh,” You glance back toward the shelves, eyes sweeping them for said box. Your eyes finally settle on the two varieties, “...No. No, I’m good.”

“You sure?” He steps forward, picking up one of the boxes. He holds it up, giving it a shake, rattling the food inside. “You buy two and you can send in for a watch. And—” He holds it up beside his head, pointing to a graphic on the box. “It comes with Chumballs.”

Your brow furrows, head turning a touch. “Uh…What the hell are ‘Chumballs’?”

“Gumballs to share with your chum! Haven’t you seen the commercials?”

“No,” You shake your head a touch. You’re too embarrassed to tell him that it’s because you don’t have a television.

“C’mon, you must’ve!” And then, to your utter shock, he throws his head back and crows, “My name’s Ice Cream Jones! I’m bringin’ the kids my ice cream cones! A crunchy cereal for breakfast! The great taste—of ice cream cones! Whooooa!” He flails, stumbling back with such force that you think he’ll fall. He straightens at the last moment, a grin across his face as he holds up the box again. “Right!”

When you shake your head a little, the guy scoffs in shock.

“Haven’t even seen the commercial. Girlie, you haven’t lived.”

“I have a feeling I’ll live longer if I never touch that stuff,” You retort as you stride past him. You hear the shove of a box against the others before his boots scramble and thud behind you. You glance back at him, raising a brow as he falls into step beside you.

“Tell you what. Next time I get some, I’ll share my Chumballs,” He offers.

“Thanks, but maybe you oughta give ‘em to Cliff. I think he’d like them more.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

The two of you reach the end of the aisle, and before you can say or do anything, the guy is leaning over and peering into your cart, poking through your groceries.

“Lessee, whadda we got…” He mumbles. “Bread…Milk…Eggs...Chicken...Spinach...Peanut butter…Jelly...” He lifts his head, peering at you from beneath his lashes. “See, this, ma’am, is what we call a boring cart.”

“A boring cart?”

“You know, it’s just the basics. Nothing fun, nothing that makes you throw the cabinets open and say, ‘Aw, shit yeah!”

“Maybe I’m a little biased, but opening the cabinets and actually finding food there is the kinda thing that makes me go ‘Aw shit yeah’,” You reply dryly. You round the aisle, expecting him to fall behind—but he keeps right on with you.

“See, this is why you need Chumballs,” He insists.

You laugh a little, unable to help it.

“I don’t know about that, but thanks, I think.”

You stop in front of the canned foods, glancing over them and eyeing the prices. You can feel the guy fidgeting beside you, and can vaguely see him swaying back and forth, rocking from his heels to his toes. You finally take up a couple of cans of black beans, corn, and chickpeas. Then, at the last moment, you take up a can of tomato sauce, too.

“What’re you doing with that?”

“I’m gonna stack them and bowl at them.”

“What are you using to bowl?”

“Thought I’d get a cantaloupe.”

He follows you from the aisle to the checkout, and waits as you check out. For one terrifying moment, you think that you may’ve picked up more than you’d been able to afford—you’d planned your purchases meticulously, but the cans of tomato sauce and corn had been last-minute choices. When the total comes to $19.87, you puff out a relieved little breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. You pass over the twenty that your father sent you last week, giving the clerk a little smile.

“How’s the Megadeath?” You ask Munson absently.

“Huh?”

Your brow furrows as you wrack your mind, then you shake your head. “Sorry, not the Megadeath, the, um—The Iron Maiden cassette you got?”

“Oh! Good, yeah,” He grins, nodding. “Have you heard it?”

“Nn-nn.” “Aw, ya gotta!”

You smile a little at his enthusiasm, then turn to put the bags in your cart…Which is gone. Someone must’ve snagged it when you weren’t looking. Shit.

“Here, lemme help.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—” You start to insist, but the guy’s already squeezing behind you as the clerk holds out your change. You tuck the coins away, then turn to see Eddie taking up one bag, then another, and stretch for a third.

“You don’t have to take all of ‘em,” You chuckle. You take up the three remaining bags, shifting your purse on your shoulder before heading for the parking lot. The guy follows closely, and as the two of you approach your car, he puffs out a little breath.

“This one’s yours?” He asks. Your chest tingles with self-conscious nerves. You nod a little. You know that your car isn’t the nicest, but it gets you where you need to go.

“Yeah,” You mumble. You set one of the bags down on the ground, opening the trunk to put the groceries inside. You lean down, expecting the guy to pass your bags off and ditch. Instead, he’s shoving the bags into the trunk and rounding to get a better look at the car. You take the last bag up from the ground and arrange them all to keep them from jostling as you drive home. When you shut the trunk and walk around the car, you find the guy peering in through the window. His face and hands are pressed up against the glass. You raise your brows, unable to help your amusement.

“She’s sweet!” He says it so sincerely that you can’t help but smile.

“It gets the job done,” You nod. The guy straightens up, turning to you with a grin. You glance over him, then nod to the store. “You um…You didn’t get anything.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna. I came with a friend.”

“Oh? Wh—Where are they?”

“He’s in there.”

You smile a bit. “He’s gonna think you disappeared or something.”

“Or just straight-up died, you know. Clean up on Aisle Me.”

You smile as he steps back, waving a hand kindly toward the front door of your car.

“Thanks for the help,” You say.

“Sure thing.”

You turn to the car, opening it and climbing in. You shut the door and start your car, glancing toward the window. The guy’s still there, and he gives you a little wave like he did at the shop. You smile, mirroring the wave before pulling out of the space. You can’t help but glance in your rear view mirror as you drive away. He watches you, too, and takes a couple of steps back, hands shoved into his back pockets. It’s another moment before he’s turning away, head ducking as he heads back to the grocery store.

He’s kinda cute.

Maybe you oughta ask him what his first name is one of these days.

“New book, dorkazoid?”

You roll your eyes, lifting your head from the book on the counter and resting your chin on your hand, eyeing Cliff.

“How’d you know?”

“You’re not that far into it. Fewer pictures than the last one, I hope.”

“Whaddaya want.”

“Just stopping by. I know you get lonely without me.”

You mimic him childishly before glancing down To Kill A Mockingbird. Your attention is drawn away from it again when the door opens. The guy uses the right amount of force this time, and rather than looking around as he did before, he looks right at you. He grins, raising his hand and wiggling his fingers. You raise your brows, turning to look at Cliff.

“He’s not here for you, is he?” You ask.

“No, no.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Don’t mind me,” Munson adds, passing behind Cliff.

“That’s hard to do when you draw attention to yourself,” You point out. He gives a grimacing grin before he raises his hand to his lips, miming zipping them shut. Your eyes trail him through the shop, watching as he skims his fingers over a rack of rock cassettes before he disappears around a corner.

“He’s harmless.”

You glance at Cliff as he offers the reassurance. You shrug, pushing yourself up to stand straight.

“I might even go so far as to say that he seems kinda nice,” You retort.

“Yeah, he is.”

“How do you know him, anyway?”

“He plays The Hideout sometimes, usually goes on, like, right before we do.”

“Huh.”

“They’re pretty good…But he’s, like, the craziest of all of ‘em.”

“Really?”

“Dude shreds like you wouldn’t believe. It’s insane.”

“Would I have heard of ‘em?”

“If you ever did anything more than work, then yeah, maybe.”

You roll your eyes, glancing over as the door opens again. You nod to another regular, smiling as she passes and pats on the counter on her way. You figure she’ll stop in the R&B section like she usually does, and she does linger there for a second…Before casting a nervous eye about and rounding the corner, out of sight. Your brow furrows a touch.

“...Am I gonna have to kick them out? They can’t make out in here.” When you turn to Cliff again, you find him studiously rearranging the pens in your cup. “Cliff.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“How can you know that?”

Not a moment later, your regular is rounding the corner again. She gives a quick wave before practically jogging toward the door. Your eyes narrow after her, and you turn your attention to Cliff. He’s still avoiding your eye as hard as he possibly can.

“Clifford,” You warn.

“Uhhh…” He glances over as his friend rounds the corner, hands swinging freely at his sides. “Gotta go.”

You huff as Cliff hurries out of the shop behind your other regular. Munson’s brow furrows a touch as he comes to stand at the counter.

“What was that?” He asks, nodding after Cliff.

“You tell me.”

Munson’s brow furrows, and you sigh.

“Look, if you’re gonna sell pot outta here, I’m gonna need a cut,” You add. You expect him to deny it and hightail it out of there, or to laugh in your face. Instead, he leans against the counter, resting on his forearms.

“How much?”

The answer is so unexpected that it’s like a smack in the face.

“I—What?”

“How much,” He repeats with a shrug.

“That’s not…You wouldn’t really.”

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s quiet in here, the atmosphere’s rad…And when I’m not doing business, I can just veg out. So? How much?”

You blink dumbly at the guy for a moment, mouth agape at his straightforwardness.

“...How much is your average sale?”

“Ten bucks.”

“So I’d get fifty cents?”

“Hey, that can add up.”

You arch a brow, leaning back just a touch. The guy’s really serious.

“...A preroll,” You counter. “Not per sale, just…Whenever you come in. One.”

The man lowers his head, pushing out a low trill for a moment. Then he flips his hair back, knocks his knuckles on the counter, plants his elbow down, his hand open for a shake.

“Deal.”

You hesitate still. If your boss found out, you could be in really, really deep shit. But if you were smart about it, you’d score some free weed. You glance at his hand, then meet his eyes again.

“I reserve the right to terminate this,” You warn, waving a finger between the two of you.

“Absolutely. You say the word, I fuck right off.”

You narrow your eyes slightly. That was too easy. No way he’d just go if you told him to…Right? But, Cliff said he’s a good guy. Cliff doesn't hang out with assholes. Hell, usually Cliff is the asshole. So you put your hand out, wrapping it around the guy’s gently. His slight smile turns to a full-scale grin as he pumps your hand.

“Hell yeah.” He lets go of your hand, taking a couple steps back. “I’ll see ya in a bit.”

“Yeah—Watch out—” You warn, then wince as he bumps into one of the displays. He whirls around to steady it before insisting,

“I knew that! I—That was on purpose.”

You laugh a little bit, nodding. “Before you go?”

“Yah.”

“What’s your name?”

He goes still, closing his eyes in mortification as his hands cover his face.

“I am such a corndog,” He proclaims, the sound of it muffled through his hands. He springs back to the counter, hand out again. “Eddie Munson, at your service.”

You smile a little, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Eddie. I’m—”

“Oh, I know! I mean—” He winces then, drawing his hand back to scrub at the back of his neck. “Cliff told me. I asked.”

“You asked?”

“...Yeah. I mean,” Eddie tips from side to side, “I didn’t think you’d appreciate me callin’ you pretty lady all the time, so.”

You smile a little.

“Maybe just sometimes.”

Eddie’s brows jump, intrigued, and he fixes you with a mischievous grin.

“Noted.”

You purse your lips to keep from smiling widely, and watch as Eddie takes a couple of steps back again.

“I’m gonna go.”

“Okay. Don’t bump into the—”

“Hey, I learned my lesson.”

He continues to walk backward, stepping sideways through the aisles, eyes still set on you. You can’t bring yourself to break eye contact, or fake reading your book. Eddie raises a hand, blindly searching for the door handle.

“Bye, pretty lady.”

You laugh a little, unable to help it.

“See ya, Munson.”

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icanfixhimclub · 3 years ago

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"And who are you?" "Oh, ho ho, wouldn't you just love to know."

This is a Spot Conlon x reader, and it's Spot from the 1992 movie, just to clarify. Also part 2

Everyone knew the 'King of Queens' was not someone to be messed with. But something nobody from outside their turf knew, is that the 'King' is really a girl. But that's how they preferred to keep it, all anyone needed to know, was that Queens was not a force to be reckoned with.

"Blue! Jack Kelly and a few others from 'hattan are here, whaddya say we do?" Bolt, the second in command questioned, peeking into Blue's makeshift office. "Let 'em in." She beckoned, leaning back in her chair. Bolt opened the door and 3 boys walked in. "You must me the infamous Jack Kelly."

Blue spit in her hand, holding it out. Jack repeated her actions as she sat back down, motioning for him to do the same. Jack sat down in the chair infront of her desk as Blue finally spoke up. "Y'know, I'se been hearing talk from little birdies, that 'Jack Kelly and the rest of his goons are startin' a strike'."

"Well that's cause we are." An unknown boy spoke. Blue's piercing eyes looked him up and down with a snicker. "Who's this Kelly, the brains of this so called strike?" The girl cackled, throwing her head back, her hat falling of in the process.

"Well, yes but- hold on, you'se a girl?" Jack question, dumb founded. "Why else do you think Queens runs so well?" She snickered, moving her hair out of her face. She looked expectantly at Jack, waiting for him to continue.

"He is our brains, basically. You- you tell her Davey." "Yeah Davey, you tell me." Blue taunted, grinning. Davey took a deep breath, stepping forward slightly. "Well, I'se sure you know the recent price change for papes, so we're trying to make 'em drop the prices back to normal."

Blue contemplated it before speaking, "Whadda we get out of it? I'm putting my boys at risk, and for what, some stupid strike that I can't even be sure you'se won't chicken out when the first punch is thrown?" "Well you'd get the prices down for papes again, and if we at least get you to show up, the others might come along, even if Spot Conlon doesn't show."

Blue glared at Davey, scowling, "You say that idiots name again and I'm kicking you out." Davey nods quickly when Jack finally speaks up, "I'se bet ya, that if you show up and Brooklyn doesn't, you'll be higher up than 'em, because then Brooklyn'll seem like a bunch of Wussies."

"Alright then, here's my only deal. You go through the first fight alone, I'll have a scout there, and if they report back good, we'll join. If not, well you'se outta luck." Blue stuck out her hand, waiting for Jack to shake it. He did, a grin plastered on his face

As the three started walking out, Blue sat back in her chair and puffed. Well, thus outta be something.

"Well eyeball? How'd they do?" Blue sat back in her chair, resting her feet on the desk. "Did pretty well. Papes were torn everywhere, hell, Blue, it looked like winter. One of 'em even got caught and taken to the refuge, a crip with a crutch." Eyeball explained as Blue nodded.

"I see, your work is done, nice job." Blue dismissed him with a wave of the hand and closed her eyes in thought. "BOLT! IN HERE PLEASE!" She yelled, her second in command quick to enter. "Ya think we should do it? Eyeball said they did well and it would lower the price of papes."

"I'se say we do it, but you'se is in charge." Bolt reminded. Blue nodded, running a hand through her hair. "Alright then, tell the boys that we got places to be tomorrow." Bolt nodded, walking out the door and into the sleeping area as Blue shook her head.

With a single whistle, everyone looked up from the chaos, seeing boys surrounding the chaos, standing on buildings. "Hey, it's Queens!" A newsie shouted as Blue grinned. "Nevah fear! Queens is here!" One by one, every newsie from Queens lifted a slingshot and started firing.

Suddenly, more boys popped up from the buildings as well. "Nevah fear, Brook-" "Little late buddy." Blue cut him off, firing a shot right at a guy's neck. Spot huffed, signaling for his boys to start firing as well. Everyone knew that while Brooklyn had good shooters, Queens had great ones.

All hell broke loose yet again. "Cover me boys! I wanna get in on the action!" Blue grabbed a construction thing and zip lined down, kicking a guy in his face while landing. She rushes off, punching a guy in the face who was fighting a younger boy.

"Heya Blue!" Jack called, being right next to her. "Heya Kelly, how's it going?" She laughed, kicking a guy in the guy who tried to pull one of her braids. "Cover me Jack!" Blue quickly ducked under a punch and rushed to the gates.

Upon arrival, she grabbed both gates, swinging them open as Spot Conlon just barely behind her. She laughed as she wiped some sweat. "Always late, aren't you Conlon?" Spot growled as Blues and his boys started barreling in, yelling and pushing back the non-newsies.

When the gates shut, every newsie was celebrating. Blue made her way over to Jack, spit shaking with him as Bolt joined at her side. "Jack! Boys freeze!" An unknown man with a camera called. Quickly everyone paused what they were doing.

Every newsie sat in the dinner, Blue sitting with her boys as the others sat with theirs when she gets an unexpected poke on the shoulder with something that feels like a cane. She turns around to face a unpleasant Spot Conlon. "Just can't get enough of me, can you Conlon?" She taunted with a raised eyebrow.

"Alright, so we've established you know who I am." "I do indeed." Blue remarked. "And who are you?" "Oh, ho ho, wouldn't you just love to know. " Blue grinned. Spot was not pleased. "Oh, so you're just another newsie that's full of themselves." "Look who's talking." Eyeball snickered.

Blue stood up from her chair, standing a mere few inches from him, head tilted up slightly to look Spot in the eyes. "I'm Blue motherfucking Kingsley, and don't you forget it." She jabbed Spot harshly in the chest with her finger before sitting down again. "Wait, the 'King of Queens' is a girl?" Spot teases. "Yeah, a girl that can, and will, kick your ass."

Blue grins at Boxes comment while Spot scoffed and sat back down. One thing was for sure, Blue pissed Spot off, and everyone could tell there was something other than angry tension.

A/n: I plan on making a part 2, but enjoy for now!

#spot conlon #spot x reader #newsies #prejudice #spot conlon x reader #jack kelly #1899 #strike

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scarlettriot · 3 years ago

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When one feels like shit, one writes things to feel better :)

This is based on a very short headcanon I had a little while ago that I've decided to make into a little fic. I hope you enjoy.

Featuring: Mainly Pro Hero Red Riot. Also includes Pro Heroes Dynamight, Chargebolt, Earphone Jack, and Pinky

Y/N: They/Them (Y/H/N: Your Hero Name)

Warnings: Kidnapping (well, not kidnapping exactly, adultnapping), restrained, minor physical injuries, drugged into unconsciousness

HAPPY ENDING THOUGH, I PROMISE!

Summary: You've been captured by villains. Wonderful, right, just how you wanted your Friday to go. Your quirk isn't working thanks to them pumping you full of suppressant drugs. You were actually having a hard time remembering how you were abducted. You're only able to remember being on patrol and something smelling off before passing out. Now, thanks to the drugs, you were having a hard time remaining conscious in this...basement? Warehouse or it could be a factory... Someone would find you, your friends were perfectly capable. You just hoped it'd be before anything worse happened.

When you didn't report in at the specified time and weren't answering their calls, the rest of the heroes at the Alliance Agency grew concerned. Jiro was already pulling up your location on your cell phone while Kaminari searched for the tracker in your suit.

Unfortunately, they both ended up at the same location, a dumpster behind an apartment complex, you were nowhere to be found.

Bakugo and Kirishima, who were also concerned about your whereabouts, took a different approach since neither was too talented at the tech side of things.

Kirishima canvases the immediate area around your phone and tracker, using his easy-going smile and charming personality to coax information out of anyone who was willing to talk to him in the area. Meanwhile, Bakugo played to his own strengths and threatened the low lives of the area.

"Someone said they noticed two guys, 'helping' someone in a hero suit down the street earlier. The description of the person and suit match Y/N." Kirishima could see lights in a few of the windows flickering but no signs of people moving about in the apartments above. He couldn't help but wonder if you were in one of them.

He got a grunt of a response from Bakugo through his earpiece. "Yeah, well, I just persuaded some scum into giving up an abandoned factory location about 10 blocks from here. Says he doesn't know what they're doin' but he's seen people goin' in and out all the time. Seems odd since it's abandoned."

The location pinged on Kirishima's phone. "I'm six blocks away. Meet you there."

The building in question looked like it hadn't been in operation for at least a decade when he arrived but fresh tire tracks him something was definitely going on. Not to mention the building had electricity running to it judging by the lights he could see.

When Bakugo showed up minutes later they decided to enter through a southern entrance that Ashido had pointed out after pulling up blueprints at HQ.

"Most of the electrical usage is centered in that location." She explained, "If you're going to find anything useful, I'm betting it'll be there. Chargebolt and Earphone Jack will meet you as soon as they're done collecting security footage from the suspected abduction sight."

Bakugo scoffed. They were Dynamight and Red Riot, they didn't need any damn backup.

Kirishima broke the lock on the door with a sharp tug rather than letting Bakugo shoot it off with an explosion. "You take downstairs and I'll go up. We stay on coms." Kirishima nodded and started his descent.

There was a single guard with a gun resting on his knee and headphones in his ears making Kirishima's job too easy. Not even bothering to harden his skin, he whacked the back of the guy's head and he crumpled to the floor unconscious.

"Took out two guards and a scientist. Oh, there's a lab up here too."

"One guard taken out. Moving into another room now."

The metal door was locked up tight and the guard had a surprising lack of keys on their person. They could have been close by but Kirishima was impatient. He was aware this would be loud but at least it was efficient.

He hardened an arm and with one, two, slices of his hand diving into the metal he was able to create a hole... and garner attention. A knife broke across his hand and two gunshots were fired from inside the room, doing nothing to him.

"Gonna have to do better than that!" He roared with laughter.

Kirishima ripped the metal wide and stepped through. He wasted no time, grabbing the gun point-blank, bending the barrel upward with a devilish grin before turning on the man with two daggers. A green substance ran off his skin and down onto the blades. It burned slightly when they slashed at him but Kirishima was used to Ashido's acid by now that this was practically child's play!

The other guy came at him with an orange beam of light right from his eyes that managed to break through a bit of his hardened skin. He could feel blood start to trickle down from his forehead. "Now, we're getting somewhere!"

Using his body weight, Kirishima shoved the man with the daggers down to the ground, disarming him quickly, and used his own blades to live into his friend's leg. He watched as the acid melted the fabric and left black burns on the man's skin, nasty stuff. He tired another beam in retaliation but Kirishima dodged it this time.

"I'd love to keep playing around but I'm lookin' for someone." He used one hand to hoist the man up and another to shield his eyes. Instantly, Kirishima's hand started to burn but he held steady. "Do you know where Y/H/N is?" The beam pulsed stronger, "Fine. If you won't help me then I have no use for you." He sat him back on the ground, a harden fisted to the back of the head had him good and knocked out.

"What about you?" Kirishima asked, returning his focus to the dagger man, "Do you know where they are? Your operation is a bust, the least you can do is tell me where my friend is. I might even put in a good word for you if ya do."

He grabbed a discarded metal pipe and the man must have taken it as a threat because he lifted shaky hands that were no longer coated in green. "B-back there with the others."

"Others? Other victims or others of you?"

"Subjects, we have other subjects!"

Rage pulsed in Kirishima's veins but he kept a lid on it. "Right then. Thanks." He bent the pipe around the man's hands and another around his ankles before speaking over the coms again.

"Y/N isn't the only victim. Dynamight, get down here."

He was running to the back of the room when he saw you along with five others. Your wrists had been bound by metal shackles suspended from a beam high on the wall that the tips of your toes were just brushing the concrete floor. You were slumped forward with IVs poked into both arms.

"Y/N?" He calmly approached but you didn't answer. You just hung there like a rag doll.

Kirishima lifted your head in his hands and saw a few cuts on your face that had dried blood still surrounding them but he breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the steady drumming of your heart, shallow, but there. You were alive and that was all he cared about.

"Okay. Gonna stop whatever the hell these are..." He flipped switches on the IVs and continued to talk out loud about his process. "Then gotta get 'em outta you..."

With surprisingly delicate fingers, he pulled the needles from your arms. Stopping the small pools of blood with a few pieces of gauze and tape that someone had been so kind to leave behind.

He then wrapped his left arm snuggly around your body. Holding you against him in a way he hoped didn't hurt you any more than you already were. With his right hand, Kirishima reached up to the shackles just as you started to stir awake.

One side of him was so completely soft and caring, the other hard and brutal, snapping the manacles in a powerful grip and you fell against him completely.

"Whadda hero." His ears glowed pink from the compliment.

"I'm really glad I got you back."

A/N: I know it isn't my best writing by any means but I had to do something to distract myself. Hope you're all doing well <3

#mha #mha y/n #mha fluff #bnha #red riot #eijiro kirishima #kirishima headcanon #bakugo katsuki #dynamight #kirishima fluff

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spaceorphan18 · 3 years ago

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99 Perspectives on a Single Love Story #54

A/N: The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

I started something like this a while back - and now I’m taking the idea and really running with it. Each chapter is a ficlet of a different character at a different point in Kurt and Blaine’s life - documenting their love story. This starts in Audition, and each chapter will be paired with a different episode until reaching Dreams Come True.

[Ao3]

A/N: When I first started this project, I sat down and figured out who I wanted to go with each episode. This one had me stumped for along time. I mean - Burt I'm using elsewhere. :) And there isn't really anyone else in their story. So, I based this off a real life event that happened to my brother. He actually did propose to his wife at a skating rink - and these photographers, who were waiting for friends of theirs, caught their proposal on film by accident. An interesting serendipitous moment. And so, I had my inspiration for this chapter. Thanks so much for reading guys - happier times are afoot!

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The Photographers (Glee, Actually)

“This looks like a good spot,” Nate drops the equipment down next to him. Shouldn’t take them long to get ready, and their view of the park is pretty spectacular. Nate takes out his camera, putting it together, and aiming it at the skaters on the rink.

“Doesn’t this job feel a little, I don’t know, weird?” His good friend Carla says as she helps him set up. “I mean, normally both parties know when they’re being filmed.”

“Hey, the dude wants his proposal on camera, but it’s supposed to be a surprise,” Nate argues. “Besides, he paid double my normal rate, so we can’t really fuck this up. I gotta pay rent.”

“But you haven’t even met this guy,” Carla argues. Nate knows she’s more annoyed that he dragged her out in the cold on Christmas Eve. But it’s not like either of them had any actual plans outside of their annual turkey and stuffing dinner they get at the diner every year. “How do you know we aren’t secretly working for the government? Or the mafia? Remember the Palmer job.”

He winces at the memory. “Look, the guy promised me he’s legit. Just some dude excited to be finally asking his boyfriend to marry him.”

“The gays don’t usually do this in public, you know,” Carla eyes him suspiciously. “Seems fishy.”

Nate side-eyes her before looking through his camera - scanning the crowd for his target. A job’s a job, he figures. He doesn’t care if the Queen of England decides to pose nude on top of a horse. If it pays, he’ll take the job. And right now, his job is to find a dark haired man who plans on proposing to his boyfriend in the middle of the ice rink. Apparently, it had been their first date, and he’s trying to recreate that.

Nate scans the crowd, not really finding anyone who fits the descriptions he had been given. Until he sees a couple of younger guys, holding hands, skating together, laughing and giggling as they did so. They’re a bit young - considering the message Nate was given said that the couple had been together for nearly a decade. Hell, maybe they met as kids.

Time passes slowly. Carla shivers next to him, throwing him skeptical looks. Nate follows the kids with his camera for a bit, taking a few candid photos mostly to fill the time. And hey, maybe the couple will give them more money if they like them. As midnight approaches, Nate wonders if this is even going to happen. Maybe it is all a joke. Or maybe the dude is chickening out? Based on the ecstatic looks on the kids’ faces, he doesn’t see anything to indicate that they aren’t happy together.

Eventually, the darker haired one of the two starts being fancy with his ice dancing skills, twirling around the other one. There’s a bit of laughter as he eventually falls to his knees. Thinking this might be it, Nate readys his camera - taking shot after shot as the kid looks up to the other one. It’s a fast moment - he’s not entirely sure what is going on as the two of them seem to be talking. He doesn’t see a ring, nor is there any jumping for joy moment, but the kid on his knees is helped up by the other one.

And then something strange happens. The lighter haired one sees him. Looks directly at him with narrowed eyes.

“Oh no,” Nate mumbles. He shakes Carla who is sitting on the ground half asleep. “I think they saw us.”

“Isn’t that part of the plan?” Carla grumbles.

“Based on their faces - I don’t think so,” Nate says.

Nate barely has time to put away his camera before the boys come to the edge of the rink.

“Hey!” the lighter haired one yells. “Hey, you with the camera!”

“Whadda ya want?” Carla snarls.

Nate backs her down. “Can we help you?”

“Yes, I want to know why you were taking photos of us.” The kid demands.

The darker-haired one puts a hand on his arm. “Kurt, calm down, I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.”

Kurt, however, looks incredibly upset. “No - these guys were taking photos of us.”

Nate gives them a confused look. The darker-haired one doesn’t seem to know what’s going on either, but at least he’s more polite about it. “Look, we were paid to alright? You are Alex? The guy who hired me to take photos of his proposal? Said in your letter you’d be proposing to your boyfriend in the spot of their first date around midnight on Christmas eve. Well, here I am - doing what you asked.”

The darker-haired one, smirks. “I’m so sorry, that is not us.”

Shit.

The lighter-haired one, Kurt, isn’t backing down either. “Don’t you tihnk we’re entirely too young to be getting married?”

“It was an honest mistake, Kurt.”

“We’re not even a couple, Blaine.”

“Well, the two of you fooled me,” Nate grumbles.

Carla’s standing behind him - howling with laughter.

“Well, I’m sorry for your trouble,” the darker-haired one, Blaine, says. “Maybe that’s your couple there?”

He points across the rink to a couple of middle-aged guys with their arms around each other, both of whom look way closer to the descriptions given than these kids.

SHIIIIIIIIITT!!!

“Uh, thanks kid. Sorry for the trouble.”

Later…

After he thankfully is able to save his own ass by capturing the proposal he’d been paid for, the darker-haired kid from early approaches him, this time alone.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to trouble you, but can I talk to you for a minute?” he asks.

“Sure kid,” Nate says as he packs his equipment up. Carla’s busy in the bathroom, so he has a few minutes anyway. “What?”

“Um, I know this is weird, or whatever, but did you actually take photos of us?”

“Yeah - I’ll make sure they don’t get on the net or anything,” Nate says. What a waste of film.

The kid bounces in his place. “No, actually, I was wondering if I could have them. I’d be happy to pay you for them - I have a couple hundred bucks I could give you.”

Nate eyes the kid suspiciously. “Really?”

The kid nods eagerly.

“What the hell, why not?”

“Thank you so much,” the kid says, his eyes wide and happy.

There’s a quick exchange of information. It’s been a weird night, but at least it’s not a total loss.

The kid, however, lingers just a bit once they wrap up business.

“What?” Nate asks.

“I know this is a weird thing to ask but -- did we really look like a couple out there?”

Nate gives a hearty laugh. “Yeah.”

The kid bites his lip, trying to downplay his excitement. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Merry Christmas, kid.” Nate says. I hope whatever it is works out for you. Now, to find Carla and get out of this frickin’ cold…

#s.o. writes things #99 perspectives #klaine #klaine fic

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dead-set-goat · 2 years ago

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Whadda hell… all the doors in the house were vibrating as if someone was pulling on them without opening them, might’ve been an earthquake huh, that was weird. It didn’t feel like an earthquake really?? (Or there’s like a draft going on idkkk cuzz they keep making faint sounds[it’s very noticeable because on door’s got like a big glass window type thing that doesn’t fit perfectly in the wooden frame so it makes sounds with slight movements and is hella annoying,,,).

Well anyway, it’s past 12 AM and I need to take an anti inflammatory because the dentist said so but I gotta eat something first but I’m so sick because I’ve been eating sweets all day (i mean. Not that much tbh but I have low sweet tolerance) I physically can’t put anything in my mouth anymore so I guess no pill for tonight… I’m totally fine btw, I just love complaining on tumblr, it’s so freakin funZzies

#god. I feel so sick. AND NOW THE HOUSE IS HAUNTED TOO #ghosts #<<<trust me bro #🦞chat

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yearninghell · 4 years ago

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Ok hi! I ADORE your writing, like!! Who gave you permission? :V

And I do have a lil request-thing because I always see everyone write self inserts as a LOT shorter than Habit...but I'm 5'8 and a bit (almost 5'9 or something like that I think), so I don't exactly relate to being incredibly short. I know I'm not incredibly tall either, but a little taller than average...so I'd just love to see Habit with an s/o who isn't short-

<3 and again, your writing is really amazing!

thank you for the kind words wonderful anon! i can’t relate to being tall unfortunately so i hope i do my best in portraying that experience /hj

i know you specified your height, but i decided to split this up into three different scenarios, apologies if that isn’t what you wanted! also apologies if these are a little shorter / weirdly written than my usual hcs

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Habit with an S/O who isn’t short

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They’re shorter than him, but not that short:

-this is the most likely experience

-he’s used to being taller than other people so it’s not something that he pays a super huge amount of attention too

-which. has mixed consequences. he sometimes forgets you can’t reach things as high up as he can so he accidentally places things a little too high for you

-as SOON as he notices you struggling and puts two and two together he apologizes repeatedly, genuinely u’ve never seen someone of his stature just get down on their knees and beg for forgiveness before /j (he doesn’t actually go THAT far but he still apologizes a lot and feels bad abt cus!! you were struggling!! and you could’ve gotten hurt if you tried to climb up to get it!! what if you fell!! what if the thing you were reaching for fell on you!! wha- you get the point)

-his coat is still big on you though so feel free to snatch that shit like a blanket he doesn’t mind!! he thinks its cute actually :]

They’re the same height as him:

-he was rlly surprised!! he’s never rlly met someone that was the same height as him so he’s not used to it!!

-if you two just happened to run into each other at some point and that’s how you met he tries to play it off but you can see that he’s a lil surprised but he!! doesn’t wanna sound weird or rude!!! he’s RESPECTFUL and KIND!!

-kamal stares at you both from afar wordlessly and wonders why god has put him on a path of being around tall people /j

-there’s no height struggle so you guys dont have to worry abt putting things too high for one another which!! is nice!!

-also maybe you two swap each others clothes occasionally just for funsies if they fit you both, he probably won’t rlly admit it on his own but he rlly likes wearing ur clothes if he can bc they remind him of you and it makes him feel safe an happy

They’re taller than him:

-ok but you guys just happen to run into each other when he’s out with kamal to pick up supplies or sumthin and ur apologizing and making small talk while kamal stares up at you. he thought he already met someone tall when it came to habit but now that he’s seen you. whadda hell. do you enjoy tormenting him???? /J

-anyway he probably doesn’t even totally realize just how tall you are because in his mind he doesn’t rlly register himself as that tall?? he feels average height in his head you know?? but he notices it whenever you have to crouch down through doorways and he just kinda ‘huh’

-you know the like ‘excuse me he asked for NO pickel’ thing??? thats you two probably maybe

-if ur clothes are big on him he !!! goes bonkers goes insane !! clothes are usually too small for him or something so this is so new to him!! he probably gets into the habit (haha) of wanting to take ur jackets / coats / sweaters / whatever but he feels bad so he always asks you. he’s a little anxious about it but whenever you say yes he ‘:-D!!’

#habit x reader #boris habit x reader #dr habit x reader #smile for me imagines #smile for me #sfm #sfm x reader #sfm imagines #boris habit #dr habit

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palbabor-writes · 4 years ago

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dude uh so like dabi but as a father... like he would never but like no one day he gets left with this kid and he's not gonna abandon it bc he cant idk i just want to see dabi as a parental unit trying not to be a bad parent

lol, ppl ask me asks and i respond with a feature freaking film worth of words. (//▽//) warnings: adult language, angst, mild spoilers for current manga chapters: 290 - 291

words: 3915

notes: I answered this a little differently. It’s more of a longing for what could have been, rather than a kid of his own sort of thing. But, Dabi does his best damn it. Also, yeah, yeah, it’s another Greek title. I cannot be STOPPED. but i prolly should be. Not beta edited, so all mistakes are mine, and mine alone.

Pónos

ponos /ˈpoʊˌnɒs/ or ponus /ˈpoʊnəs/ noun Ancient Greek: Πόνος Pónos the personification of hardship and toil

There’s a loud clattering noise that’s echoing along the polished floors and walls of the Meta Liberation Army’s base.

Dabi hates these long hallways. They remind him of some kinda tomb, with all that reverberation and all those gleaming surfaces. They’re perfect for elongating and stretching voices and sounds.

So whatever the fuck that racket is, it’s not like he’s going to be able to avoid it. He’d need to turn around to do that and he’s not about to fucking turn heel and retrace his steps. Besides, it would take him twice as long to go the other way. Nah, this path is easier, despite the looming annoyance of the commotion.

He rounds a corner and catches sight of a young woman.

She’s struggling with something as she reaches into her shoulder bag, and her back twists awkwardly as she leans both forward and sideways. Dabi can’t get a good look at her from here. But, he reasons, he also doesn’t care enough to bother with a second, closer, glance. Nope, all he’s gotta do is slip past her and he can be on his way.

“Reo-- Reo! Please keep still. I need to get to my phone…” The woman’s voice sounds strained and that odd pattering noise that he’s been hearing since he stepped toward this hallway hasn’t stopped either. If anything, it’s worse. Is it her quirk? Is there somebody behind her? Does she have one of those remote talking devices? Like that the ones that the Doc gave to the League before all this fucking cult bullshit started. What-

Dabi’s thoughts wander to a screeching halt as a boy bumps into his shins. He blinks at the sensation and stutters to a stop, his eyes glinting at the small form. The kid, who looks about four or five, stumbles backwards and cranes his head, looking up at this new discovery he’s run into.

The boy studies him and, for a brief moment, Dabi worries that his face might spook the kid bad enough to send him into a sobbing and crying fit. Dabi’s not exactly the easiest thing to look at now. But, the kid seems ok with gawping at him, his violet eyes goggled and wondering.

“Reo-” the boy’s mother repeats, replacing her phone and scanning the hallway for her rogue offspring. “I--Uh, there you are! I’m sorry...Oh, you’re one of those new generals. I’m afraid I don’t remember your name. Ooh, oh my gosh, now that you’re here, would you mind watching him for a moment? I’ve gotta run something back to Skeptic…”

That woman is saying something but Dabi’s too involved in his strange standoff with the boy. Neither he, nor the kid, seem to have the wherewithal to pull their gazes away. No, they both just watch each other, the former maintaining his aloof scowl and the latter is putting on an amazing show of raw fascination.

“So, just don’t let him get up to too much trouble and I’ll be right back. Won’t be more than a minute.”

Huh?

Dabi whips his head up, suddenly realizing what’s being asked of him. Like fuck he’s gonna watch this kid. Wait...where did she go?

He twists and turns, his cerulean eyes flashing up and down the sterile hallway, but there’s no sign of her. What the hell? How can someone dematerialize that quickly? He didn’t even say yes, for fucks sake. What a negligent, irresponsible parent she is, to just leave her kid like this with a complete stranger. Pfft, stranger feels a bit weak, honestly. Nah, Dabi’s a walking, talking freakshow. Nothing about him looks safe or dependable. There’s a pull on his dark pants and he automatically shakes his leg against the sensation, agitated. What now?

Ah.

Junior is blinking up at him, those chubby hands wrinkling the rough fabric between his tiny digits. “Hi,” he beams, his pearly baby teeth straight and gleaming, “I’m Reo!”

“Yeah,” Dabi scoffs, knocking the kid’s hands away. “I heard. Where did your, er, mom go?”

“What’s your name?” Reo prattles, following Dabi as he skulks a little ways down the hallway, his brow furrowed and shoulders tense. Now what is he going to do? He could leave, tell the kid to stay put and go about his business. He doesn’t have time for this, after all.

“Hey!” Reo calls and Dabi turns at the slightly frantic note in the child’s voice, his eyes sharp.

“Whadda’ want kid? I’m trying to find your mom.”

“I said my name is Reo-”

“And I said I heard you. Tch, you’re so loud there’s no way half of the building didn’t hear you,” Dabi snaps, looming over the little boy, his mouth pressing into a deep frown.

“I told you my name, so..so now you gotta tell me yours,” Reo scolds, those violet eyes shining. Dabi can see that the kid’s tiny frustration is rising at the thought of some adult being so rude as to not answer his newly engrained social niceties.

“Hmph,” Dabi snorts, a low laugh puffing out of his lips. “The name’s Dabi.”

Reo digests that, his nose wrinkling as he mouths the unfamiliar name to himself, like he’s wanting to get it just right when he speaks it aloud. It’s kinda cute, Dabi muses. You know, in a stupid sort of way.

“D- Dadi?” Reo mimics, stumbling over that all important ‘b’ in Dabi’s name.

“What? No. It’s DABI. It’s got a ‘B’ in it. Like, uh, b as in, uh, bear. You know what a bear is, yeah?”

“A bear?” Reo asks, biting his lip at the strange change of topic. “What about a bear?”

“You got my name wrong, kid. It’s Dabi, not DaDi. My name has a ‘b’ not a ‘d.’ Try again,” Dabi groans, sinking to his haunches and praying that this kids mom will rematerialize any goddamn second.

“Dadi,” Reo mimics, still fumbling.

“Ugh,” Dabi sucks his teeth and begins to stand again.

“Hey! Pick me up?” Reo requests, his arms lifting, stocky fingers clenching and unclenching into his palms, opening and closing in a repetition of a familiar demand.

“Pick you up?” Dabi repeats, incredulous. What the fuck is wrong with today? The only thing that could make this worse is someone seeing this odd performance.

“I’m not gonna pick you up,” Dabi growls, his lips pursing at the kid. “You’re just fine where you are. Besides, don’t kids like you need to practice walking? How old are you anyway?”

“Five,” Reo chirrups, puffing his chest out, like he’s expecting a rainfall of praise to fall on him now that he’s verbally acknowledged that he is indeed, a big boy.

“That’s too bad, kid. If you’re five, you’re definitely old enough to walk under your own power,” Dabi snorts, bemused by Reo’s chipper attitude. Doesn't that get tiring? All that smiling and pacing that he’s doing? Dabi’s never had much experience with little kids, well, other than his own contact with his younger siblings, but they were never this...chatty.

“Awe,” Reo whines, his head falling, little chin bumping as it hits his collarbone dejectedly. Dabi shakes his head at the dramatic reaction. Sulking is better than crying, he reasons, turning his head to look for the boy’s mother again. She said it would only take a minute? The fuck was she?

“Hey, kid. Where were you and your mom before you came here?”

There’s a strange, static-like quiet that follows Dabi’s question. That’s weird. He would have figured that his new query would have broken the boy out in another rash of talkative excitement. So for him to be…

Wait.

Dabi turns back and his eyes scan the newly barren hallway for the boy. The fuck? Where did he go? His gaze is still whisking frantically when he spots the heel of Reo’s shoe disappearing beyond the next corner. Fucking wonderful.

He paces after the boy, his long legs pulling him quickly along. Again, he wonders why he gives two shits. It’s not his kid, not his responsibility. Yet there’s some nagging pressure that keeps beating at the back of his mind. It’s likely some pieces of a fragmented lesson that had been taught to him long ago. Back when he wasn’t like this. Long before he’d made the decision that sent him on this mindless trajectory, lingering in the obsession of his pent up rage and hurt.

You’re the eldest.

Take care of your sister.

Easy, he’s still a baby. That’s right, hold him like that. You’re such a good brother.

You’re the one who he can go to when he needs help.

Thank you, Touya. You did so, so well! I’m sorry I had to leave for a bit, but thank you for watching him.

It’s a big job, and one that you’ll always have, so, can you do it?

You’re their big brother. They look up to you.

Look! She’s happy to see you, Touya!

Dabi snarls at those little flashes of memory, his teeth gritting. No one needs him. Fuck, he’d be more likely to kill them than help them now. Or, at least that’s what he keeps telling himself. Drilling it in, over and over, until he can repeat that vitriol like it’s some kinda twisted prayer. He’s not that boy anymore and he can never, ever go back. He’s made sure of that.

“Hey! Hey kid! Get back here! You little shit!”

A loud, male voice is booming up ahead and Dabi jogs the last few steps, his head already uplifted and searching as he rounds the corner. There’s a tall, unfamiliar man in the next hallway and he’s looking away, watching as Reo sprints from him.

“Fuck, man. Why you gotta yell at him?” Dabi scolds, his cerulean eyes glaring. The man whirls around and Dabi notes the source of his ire. There’s a large stain, bleeding against his crisp white button up and an upturned mug is clutched in a tight fist. Kid must have bumped into him and knocked his coffee out. Well, that fucking sucks, but it’s no reason to freak out at the little guy. He’s five for fuck’s sake. Not like he did it on purpose.

“He burned me! He ran around that corner and smack into me! Control your kid, you ass! I know you’re one of those hoity toity new generals but you gotta--”

“He’s not my kid,” Dabi snaps, already shoving past the blustering idiot. If he hurries, he can snatch the boy up before he gets too much farther.

“You sure are running after him like he is!”

The taunt chases him as Dabi stalks away and it makes him grind his teeth again. Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, he repeats, all he’s gotta do is get the kid and wait for the mom. Besides, he’s in too deep now. He can’t just abandon him. Fuck, with his luck, he’d run into the mom before he ran into Reo again.

The next hallway leads to one of the many common rooms.

Dabi, realizing this, begins to jog again, suddenly desperate to catch Reo before he wanders into even more members of this crazy cult. Or worse, he gulps, a member of the League. He’d never live it down if the kid bumped into Compress or Shigaraki. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

As he skids along the next turn, Dabi catches sight of the kid. He’s wavering beside the double doors of the common room and he looks distinctly lost, his dark head turning every few seconds, those violet eyes of his wide.

“Oi! Reo! Stop running,” Dabi calls, already lowering himself to a kneeling position, his long, mangled arms outstretched. He’s hoping he’s painting some kinda welcoming picture with this gesture and not just creating a terrifying pantomime of comfort.

Reo looks back and he lets out a little squeal of recognition and delight. Excited he is finally going to be picked up. His shoes tap loudly against the tiles as he dashes into Dabi’s oddly warm embrace.

Once he’s got a good grip on the boy, Dabi rises to his feet, keeping the kid’s body securely against his. At first, Reo protests the tight hold, his back bowing and squirming, but Dabi stills him with a long, hard, stare.

“Don’t do that,” Dabi chastises, wincing against the pull on his marred skin.

“Oh! Does it hurt?” Reo asks, carefully bringing his swinging feet to a standstill, noting the grimace of pain on Dabi’s scarred face.

“Yeah,” Dabi confirms, shifting Reo to his hip so he can free up his other arm to adjust a pinching staple. “My skin ain’t exactly healthy. Now, let’s get you back to your mom before she finds out that you fuc-- I mean...that you dashed off like that. Give people a heads up next time, huh? Making me run all over the compound after--”

“Oh! Who’s that you’re holding?”

“Gosh, he looks just like you! With that dark hair and those bright eyes of his. Is that your son?”

Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

Dabi tosses a glare over his shoulder, but the two women keep walking toward him, cooing at Reo’s pleased little face. One of them reaches up and ruffles the boy's hair and Dabi instinctively takes a step back, a snarl lifting his lips over his white teeth.

“He’s not my kid,” Dabi corrects, for what feels like the umpteenth time today. It’s only the second, but twice is two times too many.

These women are being ridiculous. They don’t look that much alike. He’s just got dark hair, that’s all. If they knew what color Dabi’s hair really was they wouldn’t even make that connection. With his true coloring, Reo would be another kid and Dabi would be some fucking freak who’s left holding him. He’s not this kid's anything, least of all his protector.

It’s not his job to look after this half pint, nor is it his job to care about him. Even if he reminds him of some sliver of what was, what could have been. No, Dabi is just some schmuck who somehow stumbled into this absurdity. It would be easy to unwind those trusting arms and lower this kid back to the ground, he’s not sure why he’s still holding him. He should...he should put him down...He...

For some reason, that last thought makes his heart squeeze, pressing an irregular beat against his breast. He shakes his head at the sensation, burying whatever bubble of emotion that is trying to rise back down, pressing it deep, smothering and covering until he feels normal again.

“He’s right! I’m not. Because he’s Dadi!” Reo confirms, simultaneously standing up for his new, haphazard, caretaker and throwing him under an oncoming proverbial bus in the same breath. Goddamn it all.

“That’s so sweet! Your son is beyond adorable!”

“He’s not…” Dabi begins, but bites his tongue. What good is it doing him anyway? These flunkies of the Meta Liberation are just fawning over Reo anyway. He’s honestly stunned they’re still talking to him at all.

As they’re tickling and petting at the boy, a sudden thought springs into his mind. Actually, this might not be too bad. If he can get one of them to take the kid, he can fucking slink away, his responsibility finished, job done.

“Oi, one of you can take him. He’s waiting for his mom. She said something about meeting with that Skeptic dic-- guy.”

“You want us to watch your son?” One of the girl’s questions, her head tilting at his demand. “Wouldn’t you rather wait for her yourself? You don’t know us and, well, not that we’d do anything bad...but that feels strange. Besides, you’re doing a great job! Look how happy he is. The two of you are so cute!”

Amazing.

Apparently, Dabi, despite his hardened and rough persona, one that he has cultivated and built up for years, mind you, could now add, “cute,” to that resume of terror that he is building.

Sighing, Dabi tries a more direct approach. “You seem to like him a lot, so just keep an eye on him until his mom comes back. It’s not hard. He likes being held, so just, er, hold him.”

Reo, sensing that he’s about to be deposited out of Dabi’s warm grasp, begins to wiggle again, his hands clinging to Dabi’s skin. He’s trying to be gentle, remembering Dabi’s earlier warning, his small digits tapping rather than digging, but he’s still scrabbling against the pull.

The woman clicks her tongue and smiles, tucking some of her long hair behind her ear. “Your son is so precious! He must really love you. Look, Han, isn’t this kid is the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen!” Her friend chuckles and agrees and the cheerful sound makes Dabi seethe.

“Like I told you, he ain’t my kid. Now knock the wax outta your ears and take him,” Dabi snarls, still pushing Reo outward, hoping beyond hope that this calamity will just fucking end.

“Dadi,” Reo pouts, his nose wrinkling as he burrows his face into Dabi’s arm, his skin hot against Dabi’s purple flesh.

“If he’s not your kid,” the woman named Han says, propping a fist on her hip, “why does he keep calling you daddy?”

“He’s not calling me that,” Dabi grumbles, his eyes lingering on Reo’s distressed slump. “The kid can’t say my name, which is Dabi. For some fucking reason the “b” is alluding him.”

“Fucking?” Reo questions, his brilliant purple eyes lifting, searching Dabi’s deep blue gaze. When he doesn’t get an answer, he repeats the word, lingering on those harsh syllables a little longer than he needs to. God, Dabi thinks, pulling Reo back to him, trying to muffle the boys bewildered tests of his new word. This is beyond ridiculous.

“Uh-oh,” another, male, voice resounds. Dabi scowls at the newcomer, watching as he steps beside the women, his eyes widened in mock concern. “That your kiddo?” He asks, his brow arching at Dabi’s now openly hostile form.

“Fuc-- Again? I gotta answer this again?” Dabi snaps, shifting Reo back to his hip, just above his belt. “No. No, he is not mine.”

“Sure about that?” the man quizzes. “He’s sure got your hair and, uh, your vulgarity down.”

“He’s that woman’s...Look, his mother went to go see that Skeptic bastard. So, you wanna help me out here? Any of you idiots want to do something useful? Hmm? Go into that big meeting room, the one past the common area and get her. I bet that’s where she went. When you see her...tell her, her kid is going wild. Stop...stop looking at me like that or I’ll torch you where you fuc-- where you stand.”

Instead of being cowed by his threat, the Meta Liberation Assholes just laugh, the three of them leaning against each other as they heave with their amusement. And Reo? Well, he’s seemingly amused by all the ruckus, giggling and murmuring little nothings into Dabi’s skin, nuzzling into Dabi’s inhuman warmth. Dabi feels that strange tugging at his heart again and in his anger and distant horror, he spews more rage onto the trash that’s daring to chortle so openly in front of him.

“Goddamn it, I’ll make each of you pay for this you...you stupid--”

“Dabi?”

Can a hole open up under him? That would be absolutely perfect and he’d be so, so grateful. He cranes his neck and catches sight of the last person he wanted to see. Fucking, Twice. His costume is making those white eyes of his comically wide and his hands lift to clap at his face, always dramatic and overblown to the last.

“Who is that sweet little boy? The hell are you doing with that child?!?”

“He’s--”

“It’s his son!” The ‘Han’ woman calls, still clutching her sides, her eyes wet from her mirth.

“No,” Dabi groans, his head dropping lamely. He wants nothing more than to fry each and everyone of these fucking pieces of shit. The desire is so strong he can feel the creeping of heat that’s rising in his palms and tickling up his piercings, scalding his skin against the metal. No, he scolds himself, he can’t do that. Not with Reo in his arms. He’s gotta be careful. He can’t hurt the kid. It’s not his fucking fault he’s been trapped in the care of a monster like him.

Dabi gasps at his sudden, protective instincts. The fuck? This kid is nothing to him. Nothing. He doesn’t remind him of anyone. No, he’s nothing like his little brothers, all questions and sweet, brief hugs. He’s not...he’s not…

Reo’s hum of agitation breaks Dabi from his swirling emotions. The boy tries to lift his legs away from Dabi’s hips, his arms wrapping around Dabi’s neck, suddenly unsure and starting to whimper.

“It’s too hot,” he complains, his voice small and soft in Dabi’s ear.

“I know,” Dabi concedes, taking another deep breath, trying to still that rushing rage that is lingering in the back of his mind. “Sorry kid, it should stop in a minute.”

“Ok,” Reo nods, his black hair mingling with Dabi’s spiky tendrils.

Twice has stepped forward and he’s standing beside Dabi, his head cocked, looking from the shivering boy to Dabi’s haggard expression. “He does look a lot like you,” Twice ponders, his fingers tracing his chin meditatively. There’s something about Twice that Reo is bothered by and his face falls into the hollow of Dabi’s neck and shoulder, straining his body against Dabi, away from the black and red suited man that’s beside Dabi’s elbow.

“Fuc-- Piss off, Twice,” Dabi growls, his blue eyes narrowing and hardening as he pats comfortingly at Reo’s back, twisting from Twice’s curious stare. “You’re freaking the kid out. Hey! Hey, don’t you assholes have some bootlicking to do?” Dabi snaps, his eyes lifting to the gaggle of MLA members, who are still giggling and whispering across from him. And, just as those words leave his lips, Reo’s mother, finally, finally returns.

“Oh thank you!” She coos, raising her arms to Reo and peeling him away from Dabi. To Dabi’s shock, Reo still shakes his head, his arms retightening around Dabi’s tense neck.

“Oooh, he’s taken a liking to you I see!”

“You gotta let me go, kid,” Dabi whispers into Reo’s ear, unlacing his little arms. Reo whines and pouts as Dabi presses him back to his mother, a sigh of relief shuddering from his mismatched lips. Thank fucking God. Now he can have this woman tell all of those shits that he’s not this boy’s father...wait...what the fuck? Oh...oh, now they all leave.

The MLA lackeys are drifting away, walking in a tight bunch as they re-enter the common area, soft grins still lingering on Dabi. And Twice? Twice is snickering openly and making his way down an adjacent hallway, no doubt off to tell Toga what he’s seen.

“Thanks again. Looks like you did a great job,” Reo’s mother repeats, shifting her son to a better position, trying to quiet his frantic scrabbling, his small arms still reaching, struggling for Dabi.

“Dadi!” Reo cries, a few tears falling from his soft face as he’s walked away. In another heartbeat, they’re both gone and all Dabi has left of that strange little kid is the lingering sting and warmth of his embrace on his burned skin.

Notes: Dabi is a grump. Or is he? o(TヘTo)

Tags: @spicy-skull, @xwildskullx, @evesmores

#asks #answered asks #pal muses #on dabi and his bad attitude #dabi #bnha dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #bnha angst

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unrelatedpostsetc · 3 years ago

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Crap spamton drawings in my assignment book. I don’t know how to draw but who give a shit. more disorganized thoughts below the cut. Image ID in alt text and below cut. The ID also sucks - I’m trying to get better, so feel free to send an ask if you have any advice on that front.

I don’t care that Mettaton never got famous in this universe - I’m just making shit up. Anyway, I think Spamton would have been a big fan of Mettaton’s shows, not least evidenced by the fact that he plagiarized the guy’s cool robot body design. I also think he would snore loud as hell. The colored image (the one that’s not in pencil) is based on an actual spam email I received, although they were trying to get me to buy ethereum instead. Also, I’m aware this sucks. I drew most of these in like 12 seconds at 3 am, I haven’t drawn in years, and I never really learned how. I do take good-faith criticism.

edit: I’m adding the alt text here, just in case it doesn’t work. It’s super long because I can’t summarize to save my life. Sorry about that. [ID 1: assorted pencil doodles of Spamton (see next ID for description of him) in an assignment book. From left to right and top to bottom: unshaded (all white) drawing of him saying “bro”. Him grinning. Him face down on the floor, captioned “(splanched)”. Him sitting next to and leaning his head on a drawing of mettaton (from undertale), saying “oh mettaton we’re really in it now”. This and the two subsequent drawings are dated 08/10/21. Him with blacked-out glasses, then with huge cartoony pupils. Him hanging from strings, saying “whadda [hell]”. Him, with spirals going two different ways on his glasses and a more disproportionately large head than usual, saying (in caps) “[hot $ingles in [[your]] area now]”. Him with just the top of his head and arms peeking over a wall. Him lying on the floor again. Him, looking sweaty and nervous, with motion lines added to indicate that he’s moving forward and hitting himself in the chest, captioned “pacing and thumping chest” and “this guy sucks��. Final doodle has its own image (refer to ID 3). End ID. ] [ID 2: a drawing of Spamton, a white puppet-looking character with a long, pointy nose, large teeth, and a small body. He has slicked-back black hair that resembles a mullet. He is wearing a black v-neck sweater and glasses with one pink and one yellow lens, and has red spots on his cheeks. The image text reads (in caps) “9938 free [[kromer]] click [h3re]”. End ID.] [ID 3: pencil doodles of Spamton in an assignment book, dated 16/10/21. A wiggly vertical line separates the two drawings. In the first drawing, Spamton is sitting on a pile of nondescript lumps labeled “trash”. He is watching a video on a smartphone, which is emitting the text “Welcome back to ‘Cooking With a Killer Robot’”. He looks sad, or maybe thoughtful, and is thinking “wish I’d learned to cook”. In the second drawing, Spamton is lying on his side on more nondescript lumps, also labeled “trash”. His glasses are blacked out and his mouth is wide open. One arm is stretched out in front of him and the other is folded over his chest; his knees are slightly bent. The drawing is captioned “*extremely loud radio static*”. End ID.]

#spamton #deltarune #my art #long post #whadda hell #unfortunately I have severe spamton brain #also I just give him fingers or not dependent on how I’m feeling #mettaton

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xcaptain-winghead · 3 years ago

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Always

rating: G

fandom: Marvel

relationship: Steve Rogers/Matthew Murdock

prompt: @steverogersbingo : I3 - Painting/Drawing

summary: Even the Devil of Hell's Kitchen needs an angel from time to time. This one just happens to be from Brooklyn.

wordcount: 437

"What are you working on?"

It's a soft question, asked as a pair of arms slip around Steve's waist and a warm body presses up against his back, and it has Steve pausing mid-stroke, his brush falling away from the canvas as he lowers his arm. He can feel Matt's stubble where it rasps along the curve of his neck, the other man nuzzling into the spot just behind Steve's ear that Matt had claimed as his own early on in their relationship.

A low chuckle escapes the super-soldier, and he turns his head to brush a kiss against his boyfriend's temple. "Good morning to you, too, darlin'." He takes the opportunity to lean back against the slightly shorter man, knowing Matt'll easily be able to support his bulk. "Just kinda messin' around. So far, I've got a sort of lake-pond thing goin'. Think I might tuck a tower or a castle in there somewhere, eventually."

Soft laughter rises from the vicinity of his neck, one of Matt's hands slipping under Steve's shirt to splay his hand against Steve's stomach. "Of course."

The corner of Steve's lips twist up in a crooked grin and he half-twists to look at the other man as much as he can. "Whadda ya mean, 'of course'?"

"You know what I mean."

There's a slight sardonic lilt to the words that Steve takes with a grain of salt, because he does know what Matt means: that Steve feels the need to save everyone, to fight every dragon he comes across, and save the day in the process. But it isn't like he and Matt don't share that particular trait.

Steve twists to put his palette and brush down before he turns in Matt's embrace, his arms winding around the shorter man, tugging him in so that they're chest-to-chest. Leaning down, Steve catches his boyfriend's lips in a clinging kiss, his broad hands smoothing over the other man's back.

Slow to pull away Steve doesn't even go all that far, instead knocking his forehead against Matt's affectionately before they come to rest against one another's. "Y'know that I'm your knight in shining armour first and foremost, right?" Yeah, it's cheesy, but when it comes to romance, cheesy is Steve Rogers' bread and butter.

Just like he thought it would, the line makes Matt laugh. "I've always considered you the angel on my shoulder, but I will take knight in shining armour." The man steals one more kiss before he untangles them and steps away, heading into the kitchen and leaving a bemused and utterly besotted super-soldier standing at his canvas watching him go.

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spooky-luvur · 4 years ago

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So I feel like these characters have never been in a fic before- Can you do something with Arthur and his male partner during the scene at the Aberdeen pig farm (the weird asf incest couple) and Arthur getting really over protective

Sorry if this is super late anon I didn’t get the notification :(

I only just recently played that mission and the whole time I was just as stiff and uncomfortable as Arthur was I genuinely thought they were cannibals and we’re gonna eat me. Well, eat Arthur.

Glad I got to blow their heads off with a shotgun

Also fun fact! I’m writing this on a plane

“Arthur, you sure this tip is good?”

“Well, I did get it from a feller who just got out of jail.”

You shoot him a look.

“I ain’t sayin nothing, but relax. Farmers usually got lots o’ money anyway. If they ain’t good, shoot ‘em and run.”

“If you say so..”

Probably the last thing you expected to see from the house you were gonna rob was a very fat man in nothing but overalls reclining on the front porch. You and Arthur stop in your tracks, glancing at each other. Should you go back? And leave all the money behind?

Before you can decide what to do, the fat man notices the both of you awkwardly standing there.

“Well hey there friends!”

You swallow, moving your hand slightly to brush your wrist against the handle of your gun.

“Don’t be shy, partners! No such thing as strangers here!” His eyes trail over both of you, staying on you for a little longer than necessary. He grins.

“Yeah, you two look like you need to take a load off...”

The door suddenly opens, drawing yours and Arthur’s attention. A thin yet busty woman steps into the porch, a light smile on her pale face.

“Well...” she drawls, “ain’t this a rare treat?” She goes to stand beside the man, placing a hand on his chest. So it was a couple. “Why did you tell me we had guests comin’? I’da fixed myself up nice...”

Couple of lunatics.

“Aw, now, you know you look perfect princess...” fatty laughs.

“Erm, we ain’t no guests, Miss,” Arthur glances at you. “Just passin’ through.”

The man waves his hand. “Oh, nonsense, come on in, rest a while. We got food on the stove, and a bottle of the good stuff we been savin.”

“It’s decided then,” the woman steps back into the house. “I’m gonna go freshen up...” her voice is light, seductive as she winks at you.

Arthur’s jaw tightens. “We appreciate the offer but we best be on our way.”

“Oh, come on now!” Spreading his arms wide, he grins at Arthur. “Are you gonna turn down a hot meal and good company? Ha! I’ll go open that bottle!”

Arthur sighs heavily. “I don’t like this.”

You place a hand on his arm, frowning. “Me neither. But think about the money, Arthur. We could really use it. And like you said, thing go south, we hightail outta there.”

He shakes his head, thinking it over. Eventually, he nods.

“Okay.”

“Hey there they are!”

Fat Man (sorry if that’s offensive idk what else to call him other than man and besides- outlaws were mean) is already sitting at the rickety-looking table. “Come on in! Come on!” He gestures for you to sit.

Arthur makes you sit in the seat further away, giving you a look once you open your mouth to question him.

“I hope she ain’t preppin’ for hours up there or we’ll never eat!” He turns his attention to you, a weird smile on his face.

“Hey, tiny, go check on her, will ya?”

You begin to stand, but Arthur’s firm hand on your shoulder stops you.

“No...I’ll do it. He can stay here.”

Fat Man shrugs. “Fine by me! I just wanna eat!”

Yeah, you could tell.

After a few moments Arthur and the woman come back down, an odd look on Arthur’s face. You try questioning him, but he quickly shakes his head, taking a seat while she goes to the stove.

“Well ain’t this just about perfect!” Fatty says in a weird voice. “Just one of them moments you wish could last forever.”

“Like we said, we can’t stay long,” you give him a fake smile.

“Just look at us,” the man waves a hand at you and Arthur. “Like a couple of old friends.” He laughs as the woman sets plates down on the table. “It’s a short life, but a merry one.”

You look up from the food to see the woman looking at you with dark eyes. She’s bent over in such a way you could tell she’s purposely trying to show you as much cleavage as possible. Her husband doesn’t even seem to notice, or if he did, he doesn’t care. She giggles as you quickly avert your eyes. Right after, there’s a strong hand on your thigh, gripping tightly just above your knee. You glance over at Arthur, but he’s looking at the man.

“All the fixens. I hope you boys left some room in your trousers.” She looks between you and Arthur, a smirk on her face. “I can tell there ain’t much.”

Fatty inhales deeply and moans, opening his eyes to look at his wife. “That smells delicious.” He takes her hand. “Food don’t smell too bad neither.” They both laugh as he pulls her to sit on his lap.

“Oh, stop it, you!”

The continue to laugh, turning their attention to Arthur and you who’d been trying the food.

“How do you like it?” The woman asks.

Arthur nods. “Mm, it’s good. Different.”

The woman goes to get another chair from the side of the room as Fatty eats the food, moaning.

“That meat is so tender...” he glances at you, an unreadable look in his eyes.

You pause from eating another piece. “Yes, it’s uhm, good...”

“And you know what? This place it used to be a pig farm- when we was-“ he picks at his teeth. “when we was kids?”

Wha- oh...oh dear...oh dear...

It hits you before it hits Arthur. You place down your fork slowly, loosing your appetite.

He continues. “Before we lost our Ma and Pa...horrible business.”

The woman’s mouth tightens into a thin line as she shakes her head. “Horrible.”

“But we still got each other ain’t that right honey pie?”

That’s when it hits Arthur.

“And we still know how to have a hog killin’ time.” (someone told me what she said ty)

You meet his eyes. He glances at the door before glancing back at you. You shrug, shoulders stiff.

“Here, here, that’s for you...”

They both feed each other food with their forks, eyes locked in a intimate moment, both moaning once they taste the others food. They don’t seem to remember you and Arthur were there until they slowly turned their heads. An awkward moment of silence passes before the woman puts down her forks abruptly.

“Where are my manners? Drinks!”

“Yeah, I could defiantly use a drink.” Arthur shakes just head, making you quietly snort.

“And you, sugar?” The woman smiles at you, holding a bottle.

“Yeah.” You really needed to forget all this in the morning.

She laughs, pouring you and Arthur each a small glass.

Arthur downs his in one gulp, and he immediately recoils at the taste. He clears his throat, looking at you.

‘Fucking strong’ are what his eyes tell you.

You down yours too, coughing. It burns your trait and stings your eyes. It’s strong that’s for damn sure. Stronger than any whiskey you’ve ever had. Doesn’t taste like anything you’ve ever had neither. It leaves an unpleasant feeling in your mouth and your gut.

“Ha! That stuff’ll put hair on your chest!”

“Oh, I doubt the big one needs that,” the woman rounds the table with the bottle, passing Arthur as she says that. But she stops at you, putting a hand on your shoulder and slowly sliding it down your partly open shirt and across your chest. You tense, holding your breath.

Oh, you can feel Arthur’s anger.

“But this one here needs some more. Whadda ya say, hun? Let’s loosen the both of you up some more.” She removes your hand, much to yours and Arthur’s relief, and goes back around the table to sit on her *brothers* lap.

Neither of you say anything, only looking at each other. You can tell Arthur doesn’t want to stay.

But the money is the main thing on your mind at the moment.

You just barely nod your head, and Arthur understands. He clenches his jaw, and begrudgingly takes another shot of the strange alcohol. The siblings laugh gleefully, looking at you for your turn.

You’re way lighter on alcohol than Arthur. Only your second shot and your head is already swirling.

The three are talking, laughing, but you don’t hear anything. You sway in your seat, pain flowing throughout your entire body. The last thing you feel is someone picking you up before everything goes black.

“Woo wee, we done and got ourselves a real nice one here!”

“We sure did!”

Ugh, what in the hell did you drink?

Your bleary eyes blink open. You’re standing, but your eyes are tied above your head and around a high railing of the stairs. You’re on your feet but barley. For a moment nothing is clear before you focus on the large figure of the Fat Man and his sister not two feet away from you.

“Oh, you sons of bitches,” you groan, hanging your head. Just listen to Arthur next time you moron.

They both laugh.

“Mama would be real proud of us wouldn’t she sugar?”

“She sure would honeybun!”

The woman turns back to you, getting on her knees. You struggle against the bonds, pushing your self as far away from the crazy woman as possible.

“Oh, don’t be shy, sugar, I only wanna taste you!” She giggles and puts one hand on your crotch and the other on your hip.

“You crazy bastards! Where’s Arthur!”

“Oh he won’t be back for a while, now hold still darlin’-“

Right as she reaches to unbuckle your belt, the front door flies open and a gun immediately goes off. The woman gasps in horror, rising to her feet. The large body of her brother crumples to the ground.

”NO!!!”

She screams, rushing at- thank the heavens- Arthur. Before she can reach him another shot goes off and she crumples right on top of Fatty.

You take a deep breath, head rolling back in relief.

“(M/n)? (M/n)!”

Arthur catches you once he cuts your bonds, holding you to his chest in a crushing grip.

“Goddamn, you alright?! The hell did they do to you?!”

“Nothin’ thanks to you.” You give him a long kiss, holding his face in your hands. He pulls away to put his forehead against yours and you can see the unshed tears in his eyes.

“Thought I damn near lost you...”

“It’s okay, Arthur. I’m alive, and they aren’t. Now, where is that money?”

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#rdr2 #rdr2 x male reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 x male reader #arthur morgan x male reader #rdr2 arthur x male reader #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #arthur morgan x reader #request #anon request

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valkyrieofsmut · 4 years ago

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Mk so the previous ask of mc with a kid got me thinking, what about pregger mc who’s boy friend/husband/father of the child ditched her upon finding out she was pregnant and because of being pregnant she was one of the first to get canned at her job (since from what I recall it’s unaviable to have that kind of job while carrying) when they started making cuts and with her being unable to pay rent and the ‘no kids’ policy of her apartment complex she had to move into her trailer at the boys land >:3.

Um... I’d love to answer all of this/ more exactly to the question... but I have a few problems here for understanding... That whole first part, easy to understand, got it... The part about her being one of the first to go: she was, in the story; they don’t care if you’re preggs or not, they only care about how much money they’re spending to pay you. So it definitely wouldn’t matter if she was pregnant, they don’t care, and any risk is defined as risk you took; they’re not liable (not like you could really prove much, anyway). And lastly, the “no kids” policy? ...? Where tf do you live that has that?! It’s been illegal to refuse to rent to anyone because they have kids since 1968 due to the “fair housing policy”! I! I don’t know, but if you’re living somewhere they’re telling you that, look that shit up and let them know you know. Fuck them! They can’t do that shit to you! (there is an acceptance for places classified as “retirement/ old age/ whatever tf” but she couldn’t live there because she’s not old enough, anyway.)

Other than that stuff, I see it just as a “what if MC was pregnant when she got there and asshole left her” question, so I’ll answer that.

Classic- He doesn’t even really think about it for a long while, not even when she starts showing. It literally takes until she can’t walk anywhere without having to try to catch her breath/ not being able to stand for long/ about to go into labor (aka very pregnant) until it is something that he even has to keep reminding himself, just so he doesn’t get irritated that she can’t keep up. And then when she goes into labor, it suddenly comes to him- there’s going to be a tiny human here soon! Fuck! He needs to do something, doesn’t he?! Where do humans have babies?! Right. The hospital. Ok. Panic over. He’s going to get her there right now.

Creampuff- She’s mated? Oh... her mate left... unfortunate... Humans don’t live in such a small community that they can all just stay around each other and raise their children together like they sort of did in the Underground. He’s not sure exactly how humans do it normally, but monsters all pitch in, and he’s ready to help! He likes kids! They’re so amazed at the world around them and look up to him, and are so sweet! He’s always glad to help with the little one when they get here, and until then, he’s going to make sure that she’s as comfortable as possible, almost to the point of being underfoot, like the stereotypical nosy mother in law.

Red- Eh, kid ain’t here, yet- and that means he’s got free range, since there’s no chance that he’ll knock her up! He is his same self, flirty, trying to get in her pants, just normal Red! And then she starts showing. And he spends lots of time watching her baby belly. Any time anyone ever even curses around her, he yells at them, completely missing the hypocrisy. “what th’ fuck ya sayin’ shit like that ‘n front a the kid fer?! shut yer yap!” The more she shows, the more he’s by her side and doesn’t want to leave. More invitations for nights of just cuddles than orgasm relief start coming. He... likes touching her belly... and imagining that it’s his kid in there... don’t fuckin’ tell anyone! He really is a family kinda guy when it gets down to it, and he’s going to be one of the first to offer to help with the kid, and not in the helpful friend kind of way that Creampuff is. He’d... “uh... like ta have one wit ya, too... whadda ya say, sweetheart?”

Edge- It does not affect him, until it does. When she starts to get cranky and irritable from being pregnant, he’ll be wary of her, but he’ll also seek her out at times, because he knows that yelling and arguing helps when you feel so aggravated. Yep, he’s actually trying to help (Y/n) relieve some stress when he's arguing with her. His brother isn’t around to do it, and- ... he... can’t bring himself... to offer that kind of stress relief after being the cause of a lot of her irritation for so long... He hopes that she’ll be able and/ or willing to move past that after the baby is born. When she goes into labor, he seems completely cold and in control, belittling those around him for being stupid as usual- but inside he’s really freaking out. When the baby is born, he’ll be walked in on holding the baby, looking parental, maybe... almost... maternal...? Breath a word of it to anyone, and you’ll be regretting your own birth...

Blue- He’s smarter, and more mature, than people give him credit for! And that’s going to show itself in the way he fights with Red while trying to get her “nest” ready. He always “just happens” to find things that would look great in the lodge! And some of the ladies at work were talking, one’s niece was going to have a baby, too! And he heard that you need to have this specific type of thing when you’re having a baby! And he just happened to see it while he was at the store, and thought he’d save her the trouble of having to get it later when she’s all achy and sore! Spoiler, he’s actually joined some mom groups and has started asking the ladies at work about when they’d had their kids and is doing a lot of research. He wants to make sure she’s as prepared as she can possibly be! And... all the while, he’s going to be working himself into her life so that after the baby is born, it’ll just be natural for him to be around! And then he’ll just- stay there... in her life... and it’ll already be like they’re mated by the time he actually asks her.

Stretch- He’s not phased by it- until she gets to about the third trimester and is really showing. He hangs out around the lodge a lot, “just happen to be workin’ in the lab a lot lately.” He’s pretty chill, hanging in the background, but he’s, y’know... keepin’ a socket out for her... incase she needs anything, or anything happens... humans are fragile, after all, and that’s a complicated stage to be at... He’s not going to be in the foreground helping, like some of the Papyri, and he’s not going to be doing things behind the scenes, like some of the Sanses, he’s actually the one worried that he’ll break the kid, despite knowing, scientifically, that he won’t. He’s doing what he can to make sure the baby’s doing well and is taken care of, though- even if it is mostly by “casually” mentioning to Blue that something needs to be done or gotten- his bro is better at that stuff, anyway.

Black- He doesn't quite notice at first- not that he doesn't know, just that whole "out of sight, out of mind" thing. So he doesn't really take it into consideration, after all, she's a human; she'd know her limits when pregnant better than he would, wouldn't she? He starts doing research to see if there's something he should look out for and finds so many troubling things! Humans die from this?! They could be hospitalized?! They could lose the baby if something as small as that happens?! Yep... he's fallen into webMD... He's now going to make Mutt do everything for her while he keeps her by his side to stop her from getting hurt.

Mutt- It doesn't really matter to him. The kid isn't there, yet, so it sounds like the perfect time to be trying to get her to keep her pants (and the rest of her clothes) off and stay in bed with him all day, every day. If he does manage to get her in bed (or she gets the pregnancy hornys and takes him up on his open offer), he's not pulling out. All his magic is going inside of her. He thinks it's so fucking sexy, until he realizes that he's poured all his magic into her and... possibly her kid... um... oh... And now the kid is also his. Whether he was there to start the kid or not (obviously not, since she was already pregnant when they met), his magic is all over the kid, and he wouldn't be surprised if the kid turns out to be a mage.

Axe- When he first sees her, he doesn't know, or care. It really doesn't affect him other than being a bonus tastey treat inside... When he gets to know her, and she starts to show, it changes. There are two responses to pregnancy in the Underground; the fear of having another mouth to feed, of losing them before you even name them, due to the famine- but, before everything went to hell, pregnancy meant hope. It meant future... And with plenty of food around- it reminds Axe of that. He will begin stockpiling food, it will be everywhere. He will come make (Y/n) eat, even if he has to come ask her to make a meal for him, and then slowly trick her into eating most of it. She’s going to gain a lot of weight if she’s not careful.

Crooks/ Bun- He jumps on that the moment he finds out, even if she's not showing. He uses it as a reason not to hurt or eat her when reasoning with Axe, he holds her forth as a symbol of hope and future. He still becomes her best Bun! But he's also like the one who goes to all the classes and everything with her, Lamaze classes, shopping for everything she could need... He is there for her. And also... maybe... mother henning her a bit- but only in the good ways!

Dusty- It really doesn't cross his mind at all, until there is visible evidence; she starts showing. And then he's pretty weirded out that there's a baby- an itty bitty human, growing inside her. He keeps a wary eye on her, and especially after she delivers. He’s very nervous about what havoc this little one could wreak! ... but then... he realizes that... with this one starting out brand new, without any pre taught awfulness... he could teach it- he could train it how to be good... and then he has a little bit of hope...

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